Rachel and I decided to order a pizza and salad from Mezza Luna this past Friday, like we do most every week. After giving my order and phone number on Friday, the girl on the other end told me she had something good to tell me when I came in to pick up my pizza. When I made it in, she showed me that the cooks named a pizza after me. Apparently they’ve seen my name come through week after week and my name came up when they needed to name a new pizza. If you look closely at the picture below you’ll see a caricature of me endorsing the slice.
That looks like some yummy pizza and for only $2.75. I am going to get some next time I am in town.
I can only aspire to such greatness. One day, I will perhaps have a gluten-free coconut chewie named after me … and nobody will be able to pronounce it.
On the other hand, that may not be the best plan.
Congrats on the new job!
But, sorry to see you go. 